Figuring he's limbered out as much as he's going to be able to, Klaus closes his eyes, concentrates on what he wants moving rather than what shouldn't. At first, it's just his toes lifting a couple inches off the floor, but once he gets a little higher, he draws his legs up (mid-air, mind you) and crosses them one over the other in a lotus position, eyes fluttering open afterward.

"Oh," the taller medium notes, a wide grin coming across his face while he peers down. "Shit, it worked? Must not be too fuck up, then."